Edward Hoppers stove. Bet you wouldn't have guessed that in a hundred days. Off this site at the Whitney where you can also see Edward Hopper's door hinges and Edward Hopper's press and a couple of Edward Hopper's other things. Maybe someday the Whitney will show MY sink too.
Meanwhile, back in Reality Land (not really) I am lusting after this lamp and it's finally available to us, the Public. I have to go out to the streets and try for collections though, it
s too expensive for mere mortals to actually own, so I am making myself some signs about needing light in my life, will carry a big white cane and rent a German Shepard to stand on the intersection with me. We will go up and down the stopped traffic and bang on their car windows. Perhaps I will get myself some camouflage clothes so I will garner sympathy like those fake vets who pull this scam. Or you can just send cash and save the humiliation of knowing me...
Isn't it just the coolest? No? Oh. I thought it was! I still want it, don't care what you say.
Gotta run, the lady who is in charge of everything is coming to get Lacey today so I have to go say my goodbyes. I am still waffling as to whether she should be auctioned WITH my grandmothers pillowcase crochet around her neck. Who would appreciate that besides just me? I might have to rig her some other more generic collar-thing. Bidding starts at $500, fat chance she will get any bites at that. She is more of a $250 kinda pup.
At least she doesn't get poopy pants like the breathing version. Oy.
At least she doesn't get poopy pants like the breathing version. Oy.
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